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[initiates]

Date & Time: Oct. 24th
Location: The Initiative Hold
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been led to a banquet room within the Hold.
Warnings: None.

NOTE: This takes place during this plot, though the plot log will not be posted until tomorrow. The Transports already in game have returned from their mission to find the island overrun with monsters. The log is set within the safety of the Initiative Hold, however, so while characters will be aware of what is going on outside, they can otherwise go about their business as usual if they choose.

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You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. She looks worse for wear, pale and gaunt, though is putting a great deal of effort into maintaining her energy and professionalism for the new Transports. "I am truly sorry that you came at such a bad time. That wasn't intentional, I assure you."

She leads the way through the Initiative Hold. The walls bear the occasional claw mark as a sign of the misfortune that has plagued the island, but it hardly seems deserted anymore due to the other Transports recently returning from their mission. After turning several corners, you arrive in a large room that has been transformed into a makeshift banquet hall. The food presented is perhaps not as luxurious or bountiful as one would hope, but it is certainly enough to go around, and isn't inedible by any means.

"We wanted to try and make this up to you," she explains. "It's meagre, but we did not have much time to prepare." There are a number of Transports already present, some looking over the long banquet table, others seated throughout the room at large, round tables meant to each seat eight people. The mood is grim, despite the Initiative's efforts to raise morale.

Before the Greeter turns to leave, she is reminding you that it will be perfectly safe to explore the Hold, the courtyard, the housing building, and even a several block radius around it. "Hopefully things will be back to normal soon."

Welcome to the banquet. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.

Comments

[motherofnemesis]

"That's certainly unique." So, what, aliens up on the list of things about this place that are sort of baffling. "What world do you come from?"

[nonedible]

"I suppose it is." She'd never put much thought into how unique sylvari were. Sure she was aware they were quite different from the other races but it'd never crossed her mind how different.

"Tyria. What about you?"

[motherofnemesis]

"Earth." Thoughtful, attention beginning to drift. "I'm quite human."

[nonedible]

"Earth. That's this place, yes? Does your Earth look like this one?" She's filled with many questions and the only way to get her to stop is tell her another time and then quickly flee.

[motherofnemesis]

"It's less dead," Max says, a hard edge to it. She doesn't actually consider that the truth, but there's no point in advertising things. "It's much younger."

[nonedible]

"Oh." She fell silent, rocking from heel to toe for a few moments.

"Tyria is certainly more full of life. And undead..."

[motherofnemesis]

"I would think almost anywhere would have more life than this place."

[nonedible]

Once again she remained silent for a few moments before nodding. "True." She could feel that their conversation was coming to a close and honestly she was seeing other people around that interesting her.